It all started with a REALLY bad day at work. I was cast in the role of villain, and it wasn't the first time.
My husband (who is charming, funny and nice) and I own a coffee shop called the Raven Cafe. He handles the operations and I manage all aspects of the aesthetics. I do my best to "stay in my lane" and manage the things I'm good at, and it is NOT managing people.
When addressing matters I personally appreciate an honest and direct approach. Some may perceive this as tactless, but I'm never mean-spirited. Compared to my socially adept entertainer of a spouse, I understand why I'm perceived as the "villain", but hey, bitches get shit done.
Most days being the bad cop doesn't bother me, but on this particular day I actually thought about it- was I an actual bad guy, a cartoon villain twirling its mustache? And, if I am, have I always been a bad guy?
This thought process inspired the "Bitty Baddies" series. In the style of Margaret Keane's big-eyed waifs, I transform real and imagined villains into sweet, innocent children, because nobody is born bad. Not even me.
Ursula (Disney)

Hades (Disney)

Maleficent (Disney)

Cruella de Vil (Disney)

Gaston (Disney)

Night King (Game of Thrones)

Donald Trump (Commander & Tweeter)

Medusa

Little Sister (Bioshock)

Edgar Allan Poe


Jody Parmann


